I'm three years old. My parents are at an audition or something. It's two o'clock in the afternoon and I am home alone.

I guess I was not tall enough to reach the door very well back then. So I was stuck there. Alone. Well, we had a cat, but she only was curling up beside me because I was warm. I was too young to realize that even though I kept trying to pet the cat, she did not want me to. She scratched me after a couple of minutes of my petting, and so I got the picture. I would try again tomorrow, anyways.

There's this weird metal bracelet on my left wrist. Mommy put it there once. I don't remember when. She said to never ever take it off. I am the perfect little child, so I don't.

I am perfect. I am blonde with bright blue eyes. I am skinny, but not scrawny. My smile dazzles everyone. And I'm a celebrity child. My behavior is near to perfect; I am adorable and intelligent. Maybe I am a little spoiled, but I am still the perfect child. Why did Daddy let Mommy lock me in my room?

I am terribly bored by this point. It's like 5 o'clock. I'm lying on my bed, almost asleep. The cat is peacefully curled in the crook of my arm, but her whiskers keep tickling me. This is probably why I am not asleep yet.

I hear the doorknob click and then turn. Frustrated with my former state of boredom, I barely stir. And I am tired.

"But look, hun, she's sleeping."

"That's no excuse. We must take her. You know why."

Daddy whispers, then Mommy speaks at a normal volume. Of course I would recognize their voices anywhere.

Daddy scoops me off the bed, ever so smoothly. I don't even fidget much. My eyes open sleepily and I smile.

"Nornin', Daddy."

My strange way of pronouncing "morning" makes daddy laugh lightly. Mommy looks like she was force to eat five lemons. The audition must not have gone well. Daddy shoots her a look and carries me downstairs.

"Daddy, where're we going?" I ask somewhat sleepily.

"To our friends' house," says Daddy sweetly. "You remember the Wilders from last year, don't you Karolina?"

I shake my head no. How am I supposed to keep track of all of the parties that I get taken to? "Nuh-uh."

I hear Mommy grumble from behind us. "I knew she wouldn't."

Daddy shushes her, but I don't remember much after that for a while. I think I fell asleep in the car.